Feb 28, 2019
Your art makes me hecking happy dude
oh wowie I didnt know people are still following me thank u!!
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Your art makes me hecking happy dude
oh wowie I didnt know people are still following me thank u!!
Guten Abend mein Freund! I was wondering, after going through your archives, are you still into RPing? And if so, would you be open to me digging up an old meme you reblogged and sending it to you for a thread? In any case, have a great day - your blog is great!
Ah, sorry for very late answer. I have been busy. Yes, I still RP much, but have been occupied with learning. I am very alright if you send me meme for RP. If I take time, I am very sorry in advance.
From the answer that @ribs-grow-back after Wind was tackled from a tackle hug.
Wind: “What is it with humans tackling me...?
Lily: “You’re a giant rabbit with wings.”
Who wouldn’t want to tackle a giant fluffy dragon in a hug? XD
(ノﾟДﾟ)八(ﾟДﾟ )ノ ((ribs-grow-back)) (if you don't mind having a bazillion threads going on)
@ribs-grow-back
Send (ノﾟДﾟ)八(ﾟДﾟ )ノ for a starter where both of our muses are children.
Mick Mundy stared at the boy with the round glasses. They were currently both standing in Mick’s room, which Mr. Mundy had said they would have to share. Apparently, Mr. Mundy had made friends with some German guy years ago, and now Mick’s dad was allowing the German guy’s kid to stay with them for a while. That was how Mick understood it anyway. Mick still understand why the German kid couldn’t sleep in the barn. Or why Mick himself couldn’t sleep in the barn. He didn’t want to share a room with anyone.
Mick’s room used to be the attic before he was born. You could tell it used to be an attic because the ceiling was shaped like the roof, and half of one wall was made up of bricks from the chimney. Mick’s bed, a mattress on a wooden frame with a mosquito net around it, was up against the chimney for warmth. A tall cage in one corner held Mick’s pet snakes, Scales and Arpeggios. The rest of the room was made up of a controlled clutter of toys, saxophone sheet music, stuff that Mick needed in order to properly care for his snakes (as well as a few skins that they had shed), and various bits of nature that Mick brought back with him. The only way out of the room was via a ladder down into the living room, unless you wanted to climb out of the window in the roof. Mick loved it, and wasn’t keen on having his private space taken away from him.
“So… what’s your name?” Mick asked, because he had to say something. This was his first time meeting a German, and he didn’t know anything about the kid other than his nationality. His dad might have mentioned the kid’s name at some point, but Mick had been too busy grumbling about having to share a room, so he didn’t remember what it was. “I’m Mick. Those snakes are named Scales and Arpeggios. Don’t touch them.”
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🍹:our muses make smoothies
“Come on... It’s gotta be in here somewhere,” Mumbled the woman standing on the counter top, looking through the top cabinets found in the kitchen of the base. Sure she could have gone through the trouble of pulling out something to stand on, but this was just a little easier and it was less to pull out and pull away. Plus, it wasn’t like she wouldn’t wipe down where she stood. That much she knew to do at least.
The fact that it was hot out made itself more than evident in the RED base; Everything seemed to radiate heat inside and out, and to be honest, she could feel heat blisters forming on her feet just by standing on the counter. But damnit, she was going to beat the heat-!
With a huff, Scout closed the last cabinet door there was in the kitchen before hopping down from her perch. If it wasn’t in there or in the storage under the counters... Wait, did they even have a blender in the first place? Pondering over the location of the appliance, blue eyes looked up when someone had walked past the entrance of the kitchen. If it wasn’t in here, maybe someone else had taken it for whatever reasons they had.
“Hey, Doc!” She called, jogging to the entrance of the kitchen. “Ya wouldn’t happen to know if we had a blender here or not, would ya?”
[ @ribs-grow-back ]
When your friend randomly scrolls through your tumblr, liking everything thing
Me.